Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Ready?
Man like one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
up though, Bey? Yeah
Don

Man, this one for the ones who me down so we forever on the rise
as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I
Straight up,
Man this one for the who cop the album and they ain't need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you looking for the leaks
Been trying to find ground, like yellow lines in the street
This show is just getting started, don't worry man a seat
I got mom and bro around like better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that was better than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad to handle whats out of hand
Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no to hands (ballin)
man what all those times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll "you hear this shit?"
niggas, say whats up doe, where I be
Fresh as my nigga IB, up to Don C
The improved player, watch me turn that I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
That's the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in with (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands together God Please
Do I really emphasize, my mind spaced out
Yeah I call that the enterprise
I hop up on the song (MJ, I can't?), watch me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses out like it close at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
Yeah I'm the but Underdog was a superhero too
And my going through hell, they need a miracle too
You're more showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I learned life could be a merry-go
Moving at a stand is the scenario
I also some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold do for palm trees
Type that hold my hand even if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, that's all me
I my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different
I got her listenin to music that she wouldn't to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is fuel
I'ma take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no
Nigga, fuck open arms, open the safe
Respect in bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I my life like I be runnin a race
Supa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma for your spot then I cum in your face
I trying to make I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma add-it
Beware of the niggas who abandon your shit was abandoned
But there for the
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody me what's the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in three different today, man
out to my old team
Man, we been going as fuck
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Sky Paradise shit man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I believe this shit
I can't it
Hey waddup doe
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do for ya'll
We put our into this shit
My boys near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We slept in fuckin days
We do this from the man
And we did out our way
up, it's time to get it, yeah
Countin over money
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